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There is something special about lamping with a lurcher. On dark nights the click of the lamp echoes, the pencil-thin beam of the lamp reflects the eyes of the rabbit, and your senses go into overdrive. You sense the dog, the beam, the twist and turns of the course and the catch and retrieve. The contorted athleticism of hunter and hunted get tested to the limit where the rabbit has one advantage - its low centre of gravity.
Legal pest control
Since the passing of the 2004 Hunting Act, legitimate lurcher work has run the gauntlet of ignorance surrounding its many legal practices, especially after dark. If permission to take rabbits has been granted, it is simply another legal form of pest control.
I thought long and hard about when and where I would take Tawny. The land can be on the fast side when the going is good under foot. After walking the haylage fields to spy out any hidden ploughs or electric fencing, I had to instil into Tawny the understanding that every time that lamp went on and stayed on, there would be a rabbit at the end of the beam and, if slipped, it was hers to catch. Easier said than done, but I did my utmost to swing the odds in her favour by knowing the land, the rabbits and my dog’s limitations. To Tawny, this was another walk in the dark to practise her recall and retrieving, but for me, it would be the most nervous walk we had taken together so far. Potentially so much could go wrong. The darkness offers a smokescreen for potential disobedience that could be easily corrected in daylight. You have to trust your dog as much as your dog has to trust you.
Eyes on the prize
We walked the hedgeline, silhouettes hidden, wind blowing our scent away. The click of the lamp alerted the dog that something was up. I scanned the horizon for a pair of eyes in the barley field beyond; our prize was sitting 40 yards away.
We walked up with the rabbit illuminated. Tawny leaned into her lead after spotting what was in the beam.
When I slipped her - so that I was no longer in direct control - she accelerated instantly into fifth gear and, in true textbook fashion after a short course and a few twists and turns, Tawny caught her first lamped rabbit. Holding it in her mouth she brought it back to me. My smile was from ear to ear but, after spending time making a fuss of her, I was about to be reminded that the path to training a lurcher is far from smooth.